I'm sure when people think about me all they think is bruh?
"Why won't she shut her trap she's not as genius as she fronts."
"What more could there be to ***** about, my god shut up!"
At least, this is what I'd say if I were the one being nagged at huh?
There's something I've been needing to release from daily press.
It's that im not all brains, I don't just *****, complain, or pest.
I have a heart a soul a time of day to give it rest.
And I can be someone other than pure thought processed.
I do take breaks from all the ****** lame and rank requests.
But you must understand that when you fill my head with stress,
The OCD kicks in and I can't help but readdress.
The imperfections all around become the biggest pests,
I can't help but feel the need to fix up every mess.
Even if that means you here me moan and groan and over express,
I promise as soon as it's clean and looking **** near its best,
I'll spend some time with you and not mention it again.
But until the day you decide to help clean this **** mess,
You'll here me ***** and nag until they lay me down to rest.